J's stories - just for fun

  Bird Brains

Alas, I am surrounded by bird brains.

I went to let the Muscovy out this morning, but the geese insisted on gathering in front of the door. The Muscovy understandably, refused to go out.

So I closed that door and opened the north door. The Muscovy just stood there and stared at the south door. I tried shooing those who were closest to the north door, but finally, I had to grab a duck off the perch and toss her out the door.

Yep, bird brains, the lot of them!

What's in a Name?

It was a very long time ago that we adopted our first Muscovy. They have awesome and unique personalities, and other than the pure white ducks, generally have enough variety in colouring that naming them was clearly the thing to do.

Hubby decided that they should be named after printing technology, since they were so good at "reproducing"! Thus our first two were named Xerox and Gestetner. That second name certainly dates me! I remember using one of those way back in my High School days.

That the white ducks all looked the same was solved one year when I threw up my hands and started calling all the white ducks, "BWD" - saying each letter. This peaked the curiosity of my friend who also had some Muscovy, and she just had to ask what it stood for.

"Bossy White Duck," I responded. She laughed so hard I worried she'd fall over. It is *absolutely* true. The white ducks are the bossiest!

We had long since run out of replicating machine names, so one year my son decided the new girls would be named after the characters in a TV show we liked. That actually worked quite well. The characters were different enough, that matching name and personality really did work.

More recently, I named a bunch after my Eldest Sister's favorite poem as a child. Ogden Nash's, Custard the Dragon. Unfortunately, there are hardly enough names there to last a season the way my girls reproduce, but sometimes it's the thought that counts. A dark grey duck that got called Dragon, definitely lived up to her name and her nigh identical daughter crossed fiction lines and got the moniker Sting.

Over time, the names and ducks have faded in my memory, but they had good lives on my homestead. Their offspring are still roaming our big field during the day, still *insisting* they deserve to sit on eggs to hatch, and looking up with longing in their eyes, for a little handout of chicken pellets. My friend insists they know their names, too!

Miss Dickens*

I sheepishly admit, I got into chickens for a very shitty reason - their manure for my garden. However, chickens are great small farm employees, providing eggs, sometimes feathers, sometimes self-replicating, sometimes meat (when that self-replicating produces too many roosters) and definitely, bug control.

However, they do have their downside, and pecking order is often part of it. If the large group takes a hate on for a chicken, her life can turn to misery. This has happened regularly over the years, and often my solution is to move the poor girl in with our Khaki Campbell ducks.

I have read places that having ducks and chickens together isn't ideal. Yes, ducks are *very* messy with their water. They don't perch, and chickens prefer to. Ducks need more Vit B than chickens, so the feed needs to be tweaked. But can they get along? The short answer is, yes!

I was concerned. A girl in one of our portable shelters was tending to hide in a nest box and if I was there collecting eggs or filling their water buckets, there was clearly another chicken targeting her. So I moved her to the Khaki shelter. She wasn't laying (the difference between Khaki eggs and a brown chicken egg is clear) and she was a little concerned about her new neighbors, but she settled in quickly and after a few weeks, started laying again. However, she did seem a little lonely for her own kind.

Again, I was concerned. A girl in a different shelter was monopolizing a nest box. When she came out, she'd fluff out her feathers and make mother chicken noises. Sigh... broody! I tried moving her into a dog crate in the Khaki shelter, but a heat wave hit, and she broke brood. I was OK with this. I had put some extra eggs in the incubator for her, as I *knew* the temperatures were going to be iffy. The Khaki shelter tends to run on the hot side - not a problem for birds who are happy to jump into their rubber tub, but definitely a problem for developing eggs.

So I was OK with this outcome. She and the original chicken agreed to coexist. However, this new girl has personality and desires. I rarely name Industrial Chickens as they all look just the same. But she's unique, and claimed the name, Miss Dickens.

To be honest, she really wants a mate. I hardly qualify, but I'm as good as it's going to get. What makes her so unique? Every night - without fail - when everyone's gone from the run into the coop for the night, she comes right back out, squats, and will not move, until I pat her.  I pat her lower back, and she fluffs up her feathers as if she's been serviced by a rooster, and she's content - until the next night!

I sometimes wonder what she'd do if I put her in with a rooster?


*Miss Dickens - a chicken that prefers to hang with the ducks, is a dicken

Sometimes I Just Need a New Descriptor

Our Drake hasn't been doing a good job! Two of my inexperienced moms had a bunch of infertile eggs, coupled with atypically hot weather. This seemed to confuse the moms so they failed to transition and we had no surviving ducklings. This was very sad for me.

Salty to the rescue! She's one of my older Muscovy and she's always been a great mom. She also was the last of that group to go broody, so although we continued to have some hot days, they weren't as extreme. Late last week, she hatched out 5 ducklings and had only one DOA. She looks incredibly happy.

Needless to say, she's also now a great distraction in the field when I probably ought to be doing more productive things than admiring her adorable family. The babies will all be a mixture of black, white and grey from their markings. One seems to have a small light patch right behind both eyes. If that marking stays (some markings seem to disappear when they go through their last "teenager" molt and become adults), the baby may end up with some eyes that look much larger than they really are. I feel like I'm playing lottery numbers only the lottery's free and good results win me beauty, not money.

As I was quietly observing her family while filling the outside duck and geese bathtubs, it occurred to me that we have a gaggle of geese, a parliament of owls, a murder of crows, but what do we call a little group of ducklings, snuggled together in a sunbeam, looking content?

Well, I don't know what you might call them, or experts might call them, but I've decided, I've got a Puddle of Ducklings! I'm willing to share my descriptor with any other duck herders out there!

Thanks for sharing all of these farmbird stories with us.